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Here's all you need to know.

Do you have the room?

That's me St. Cain's wife. We have her. You had a mole within Citadel.

It was you.

If I see you, can I welcome you?

Russian President Dmitry Aronov is set to attend the G8 summit next week.

I need my assassin in ten days.

You lost the one man who could build what we need.

There's someone else who could fix this software.

Korean hacker.

If we have any chance of stopping Paolo Braga, we cannot do it alone.

Bernard's still alive.

Isn't that your friend?

It is.

We gotta go.

You look nice.

And you're alive.

You don't seem thrilled.

I'm over the moon.

Well, your face isn't exactly conveying that.

Why the SOS, Bernard?

Bahamar, 2 p.m. After all these years, you still don't trust me, do you? I

don't trust dead men that suddenly resurrect when the timing's convenient.

Okay, guys, we get it. You don't trust each other.

But can we keep this moving? We haven't got all day.

Who's this clown?

Hutch. Jim.

It's a pleasure.

This is my partner, Celine Moore.

Not a pleasure.

Please tell me what I'm doing here.

They're former CIA, and this is your new mission. You really know how to pick

them, huh?

Nadia.

Nadia. Nadia. I know it was him.

I spent eight years in a bunker. I had a lot of time to think.

I figured it either had to be you or him.

When I saw the way you looked at him in there, I had my answer.

If you knew he was the mole, why did you bring him back? I needed him then, and I

need him now.

He's impossible to trust.

Maybe. But all I know is, Manicor is going to come after you and your

daughter and me and mine.

And if you want to get out of this thing, if you want to get truly out for

good, then what you have to do is you have to kill them first.

All eight families, starting with Paolo Braga.

That's the only way. And if Mason Cain is good at one thing, it's killing

people.

I need you, Nadia.

Please.

Just give me 72 hours, all right?

And if he makes one wrong move... I will fucking kill him myself.

Come on.

Orlik said you two were married.

That's cool.

I can fuck with a guy who punches above his weight.

She is smoking like a tin.

And he's a 9.5.

Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you, boy scout?

So these are your best and brightest, Bernard?

Enough. Come over here.

Paulo Braga.

is days away from perfecting tech that can co-opt a person's mind and turn them

into an assassin.

He will then use that assassin to kill Russian President Aronov at the G8. Why?

I believe he wants eyes everywhere.

The Russian spy satellite network.

It's the cutting edge of surveillance technology.

It can track you down to your DNA. The only problem for Paolo is that President

Aronov is a nationalist.

But if Paolo kills Aronov and puts their corrupt prime minister in power... then

he would have eyes everywhere the ga is in seven days and we have to find paulo

before he kills aronoff they have abby saving the world isn't my problem you

can't save abby without going to paulo and you get to paulo by stopping his

assassin there are two steps to getting the assassin operational step one is the

easy part implanting a receiver chip into the host cerebellum step two The

programming itself that hijacks the brain. I purposely sabotaged the

programming, creating a firewall to block any transmission longer than a

minute. And there are only two people in the world who could disable that

firewall and get the code to work. One is me, and the other is a Korean hacker

by the name of Edison. We have to get him before Braga does.

There's only one photograph of Edison that exists. It's from a surveillance

photo like 15 years ago.

Unfortunately,

because why would this shit be easy?

He had a black bag over his fucking head.

I know that guy with Edison.

That's Frank Sharp, maitre d' of the European spy world.

Maybe he can lead us to Edison.

Except he's a major pain in the ass.

Well, I guess he's about to become our pain in the ass.

Right. Look, okay, I get it.

As a team, we're a fucking disaster.

Don't undersell it.

But... We're the only ones standing in the way.

I always wonder why some children draw pigs

and rabbits and others draw wolves.

Well, thank you for coming in, Mr. Braga. I know you're a very busy man.

There was an incident this morning.

Edgar punched a boy, made him bleed.

And as we have a zero-tolerance policy for violence, we have to suspend your

son for a week.

I think that sounds very fair, Mr.

Ron. You do?

Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Mr. Braga.

Hold still.

Please.

Who else will be punished?

I'm sorry?

I know my son would never hurt another child without good reason.

Well, the other boy teased Edgar.

We tell the children that words are never justification for violence.

This guy speaks about this boy, Pierre.

Parents, Jeannette and Thomas, they live at 7 Houville, near... Is that the one?

Mr. Braga, this is perhaps inappropriate.

The brown one, please.

Hedgehog says, Pierre screams, pulls the girl's hair, teases anyone who raises

their hand.

Hedgehog, worst of all.

Pierre has some learning difficulties that he's working through.

Mr. No.

I don't blame the child.

I don't think he should be punished.

You have a freckle on your nose. You know that?

Pierre is poisoning the education of these children, and he was left to my

son to restore order.

Green, please.

Green!

As you're the adult in the room, you're meant to keep order, right?

So... It feels like it's you who should be punished for allowing this kind of

behavior.

For forcing my boy to do your job.

Edgar is suspended for a week and what will be your punishment?

What will be your punishment?

I don't know.

Don't you ever put my boy in that position again.

Or you will be punished.

Big smile, please.

Put

it

on your fridge.

Nothing wrong in drawing wolves.

Without wolves, we'd still have houses of sticks and stones.

Not bricks.

Apparently she's in Stockholm.

She's very hard to reach.

Try her again.

She's difficult to wrangle.

Talented ones always are. I could get you five others just like her. No. Not

like her, trust me.

Try her again.

Why are you in Stockholm?

I told you to get off sync.

She's not going to be another one of your infatuations. We both remember how

the last one turned out.

I am on a limb for you.

So go find me the Korean.

Whatever it costs, we have one week.

Don't let me down, Aparna.

How much further?

I have to pee.

Hold it. I'm eight.

Show a little compassion.

We have 95 seconds till Olympia Station.

That is where we part.

It's all right. We usually destroy each other under one minute anyway.

Was I somehow unclear when I told you you could never see me again?

Couldn't have been clearer.

Trust me.

I wish I didn't have to see the woman that abandoned her daughter either.

Abandoned? I did what I did as a mother to protect you.

If you knew where I was, any number of organizations would have tried to kill

you to get that information.

You're as much a martyr as you're a mother.

I'm a spy.

You made me one.

I could have handled it.

Sixty seconds. Why are you here?

I need you to keep her safe.

At least until I'm back.

Look, I know you know about her, okay?

You're my only choice.

Her name is Asha.

Asha.

It's just a matter of a couple of weeks.

How can you be so sure?

Because when I leave, I come back.

My mother's name was Asha.

30 seconds, let's, uh... This is your grandmother.

She'll keep you safe.

Call me, honey.

I'll be back before you even know it, okay?

Nadia, if you fall into trouble, and only then you call him.

You understand?

And Nadia...

Asher?

What'd I tell you?

I needed to see Asha one last time.

I don't want you anywhere near her.

I'm sorry.

You've never been sorry for anything.

You need to let me move forward.

There's a way forward for you.

And deep down, you know what it is.

You're just too much.

Now, I'm guessing you're not here for the massage.

He does look broke, doesn't he?

Kind of like a sad, old, artful dodger. What the fuck do you look like?

Apart from a shit Tom Cruise with your dad's sunglasses on.

He's plucky.

I like him.

I don't. Who cares?

Come on, then. What do you want?

Maybe some fusilli with fresh tomato and basil.

Where the hell did he come from?

Does he have to point a gun at me?

It was one job, 15 years ago.

IDing a weapons shipment in North Korea.

Edison was a hacker, which is what he did, and then he left. That's it?

Do you remember what he looked like? I didn't see his face. He had a bag over

his head.

Plus, I don't really have a good memory for faces, nor names.

What is he good at?

Who was he with?

Was he with Korean NIS? No, he was handled by the CIA.

How do you know it was the CIA, you crumpet-eating motherfucker?

Because CIA always tell you they're CIA.

Because it adds a tiny centimeter to their tiny penises.

Why is that funny?

I never say I'm CIA.

At least twice a day.

Oh, there's mold on that cheese.

Yeah, it's well-aged. Mold is decadence.

You remind me of someone.

A handsome former lover? No.

My uncle,

Frederic. He was very sad and poor, and he died alone.

Okay, must I listen to this? So, if Edison was handled by the CIA, they

would know his true identity, they would know his whereabouts, and that intel

would be stored at CIA European headquarters in Rome.

That's where it is.

What?

I can't hear you.

What are you saying? You want to break in there?

Yeah.

I literally can't hear you.

On a floor that you have to have top-level security clearance just to get

onto. It's never gonna happen. We can't just walk in there. There's only one

person in the entire agency who operates that database.

Hutch, this is the fucking CIA we're talking about. They're absolute morons.

We can do this blindfolded.

We can do this.

Now, you said we.

Yeah. That made me nervous.

I assume you mean you three.

Because it'd be very strange to include me in any kind of we, seeing as I'm me,

seeing as I don't know you, seeing as I've never met any of you.

So why would I want to be part of your we?

Why are you staring at me?

You're broke, and I'm hiring.

There's no need to overcomplicate this.

I understand that you're a master in the art of accruing compromising

information. Well, then, you must have been misinformed.

Well, I may have some knowledge of the debauched. I need dirt on people. I need

fetishes. I need addictions. I need predilections.

Well, if you double that, I'll make it fucking disgusting.

How's that?

Cheers. Cheers.

Put the gun away.

The bank foreclosed on this place three weeks ago.

I'm just waiting for them to kick me out.

Now, you wouldn't be a chap and take these bags from me, would you?

36 years in the service, no nobility.

What?

What I said was there's no nobility.

You know that.

Someday, very soon, they're going to realize they can't have former spies

running around with institutional knowledge.

They're going to come for you.

And it won't be for Fusili.

All right.

I don't like their energy.

I can't tell if they want to kill each other or kiss each other.

Dicey. Very dicey. Super dice.

So if we have to, I mean, you know, if the time comes, we are...

On fake, on dabby, dude.

Look out for numero uno.

And numero duo.

Numero uno is, that means, yeah.

That means me and you is numero uno.

It's the royal uno.

I'm breaking your chops.

You're breaking my balls.

You're busting my chops. Oh, shut up.

Celine war agents Benjamin cash Charles bantam pleased to meet you being

assigned a new level of responsibility at the agents You're gonna be nuts deep

in it. So buckle up Bob cut. It's not a Bob cut go to the slide Trigger warning

Gen Z. I'm a middle any home.

You know where this is No idea Daraa moxon legislative building Morocco

Seamus Palace, Lithuania The Children's Museum Oslo goddamn butterfly exhibit

The work of a terrorist?

This is the work of your new partner, James Hutch.

Oh, he's an A-plus agent. Oh, and he is an A-plus asshole.

He's a maniac.

Menace. He is the best damn Reaper we've ever unleashed on the POSs of the world.

He's very effective, very hard to rein in. That's where you come in. To do

what? We think you'd be a good yin to his yang. You know, help focus him, keep

him in line. He does not like orders.

So I help him stay on mission.

You bet your sweet ass you do. And out of the Hague. And us out of the Hague.

You answer to us. Both of us. Not him. No fucking way. And in the event. The

very likely event.

Then he goes off the reservation.

We're talking full Bonnie and Clyde. You have to promise us that you'll

extinguish him. Take him out. We'll do as we ask. Without hesitation.

Will that be a problem, Miss Roar?

Movies always portray them as Mr.

and Mrs. Smith types.

Yet my experience of the CIA is, well, they're just a box of dickheads.

Case in point.

You're cute when you're trying to be funny.

You wipe away the mystique and what are you left with?

A sloppy slut with a huge bank account.

It's not a job when you love what you do.

That's good. And lucky for us, in front of you all is a mark.

It is human error.

But we plan to make them work for us.

Have a lovely day.

Pleasure as always.

She's in. Okay. She's really very good.

If ever you're on the market for a Ukrainian sex worker, I highly

recommend. I've just used her for something else.

Oh.

Was that somebody else paying her to have sex with you?

How dare you, Bernard?

What's your growing rate?

Reasonable.

Yeah, I know how to walk. Just keep moving, you limy bastard.

Can I help you?

Uh, we're already being helped.

You're gonna want to use her as a shield.

It'll just be a second.

And five, four, three, two, one.

All right, relax.

We come with a peace offering.

Nadia's seeing it. Frank Sharp promises.

Not AWOL. It's a side mission.

Tell Bantam and Cash to get out of here. We're going to make a deal.

We'll get to make demands, Hutch. Not in your position.

We want back in.

Still Intel.

What are you doing? I will shoot your pasty ass face. Shut the fuck up. I'm a

soul. Now. He's fucking you.

Badly. You're a lion sack of shit. I am telling the truth. You listen. You want

them. I have a daughter, okay? Oh my God. I have a daughter and I need to get

her out.

And I will make you a trade.

Mason Kane and Bernard Orlick.

You don't think Langley will kill for them?

All you have to do is disappear me and my daughter.

Give me Bannerman cash.

Bantam and cash.

Last time I saw you, Bantam, you'd had too many animals.

You were freaking out in the corner. Remember that? You're so fucking

juvenile. You had to come all the way to this shithole to get a promotion, huh?

Don't get cute, wiseass.

To what do we owe this visit, Hutch?

You've been dark for five months.

Ever since your little blow-up about Braga. And you haven't checked in with

your security supervisor.

Or your logistics officer. The question is...

Where the fuck have you been? Going against our orders and trying to kill

Braga? Guys, guys, guys.

Don't give yourselves a hernia. You really think I'm that stupid?

I've been on what you might call a little self-directed mission.

Okay. And here I am.

With Nadia Singh and Frank Sharp in hand. All wrapped up for you. You're

welcome. First off, nobody knows your boy Sharp.

He's a wet fish. Nobody.

Analysts have to look him up. They still couldn't find anything. That's how good

he is. Oh, really?

MI6, Mossad, Manicor.

The guy knows the internal workings of countless intelligence agencies, but I'm

sure you're going to waterboard that out of him. I don't know what you've been

told, but, um... Uh, so I was at the Dean Street Casino at the roulette

wheel. I was up and sat next to the most beautiful lady who said her name was

Camilla and she worked for the government. I'm here, and I'm psyched to

get back to work.

So what have you got for me?

Yeah, well, you see, the thing is, Hutch, right now, you're an enemy of the

state. A turncoat.

As far as Langley's concerned, you're a double agent working with the bad guys.

What? And Nadia Singh is corroborating that.

Bold move coming in.

I'd say you were double-crossing if there was still an agency for you to

cross. Now tell me, how'd you get in with Hutch and Roar? That is a really

long, boring part of the story, and we're running out of time. I really need

you to believe I'm telling you the truth. How do I know that? You don't.

But I will give you Mason Kane and Bernard Orlik in exchange for... You

disappear me and my daughter for good.

Make a fucking deal or I'll shock them to the Chinese.

You remind me of someone.

You remind me of my uncle.

He's boring.

Nobody wanted to have sex with him. So he had to see prostitutes.

I took some Viagra that night. So there was a bit of a springy part to that. So

to speak.

Hello, I'm Catherine.

What happened?

Everything's fine, but Felix had a little accident at the playground.

Oh, God.

We think his arm is broken.

We're taking him to the emergency room in San Giovanni.

I'll be right there.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Thank you, ma'am.

Let's get to the truth, okay? Enough fucking around.

Okay.

Can I get a coffee first? You give me the truth or I will literally shit in

you.

Get him a fucking coffee.

All right, Chuck, you want the truth? I'd fucking love to know the truth,

Hutch. Here's the truth.

This last year has taken a huge toll on my mental health.

Jesus Christ.

I don't have time for this shit. I'm on the way back from my last mission in

Damascus on a Qatari air flight.

And I'm watching the best exotic Marigold Hotel.

And I start bawling my fucking eyes out.

Now, you might be thinking, Maggie Smith, Judi Dench, it's going to be

emotional. This wasn't that. I was a fucking wreck.

I didn't stop crying for three days.

Oh, is that for me?

Thank you.

Well, I only tracked you from Syria to Dallas and then lost all trace of you.

You dumped all your devices in the bathroom of an airport Sbarro's. Well,

after my breakdown, I needed a little me time.

And where was that?

Uh... Belize.

Natural.

So, I ended up in a spiritual retreat center for a month of amplified self

-reflection. Not my usual cup of chowder, you might say.

But I was desperate.

And needed answers.

I was willing to try anything.

Yoga, veganism, ayahuasca.

I even read a fucking book.

Have you ever tried reading a book, Cash?

One night I'm laying there in a sound bath, free base of my own subconscious.

And all of a sudden I hear this voice that says, the answer lies at sunset.

And it was just like universal consciousness came down and...

Popped a finger right up my butthole. Did you also get spin and shot out of

your finger-blasted asshole?

I, uh, I spotted them on the streets of Belize.

Believe it or not, uh, yeah, while I was walking around drinking a beer. And, uh,

my instinct kicked in. Knew I had to bag him and tag him.

Knoxing out with the beer bottle. God, lady, I'm giving this to you on a silver

platter, and you're fucking it up. We've run out of time. Just accept the fucking

deal. And as I'm folding up Sharp's clothes, with him still in them, by the

way, I see the light start to fade from his eyes.

Okay, so did I just get what I need?

And it dawned on me.

This is my sunset.

And for the first time since I saw Judy Dench in that Marigold Hotel, I say, you

don't have any earplugs, do you? I found my smile again.

And I knew.

that this is what I've been put on God's green earth to do.

That's quite a story. I've got chills.

Phantom forgot to mention, though, you're also spotted by agents in France.

Never in Belize, though. So we know with absolute 1,000% certainty that what you

just told us is 100% first-class grade-A bullshit.

All right, guys, you got it.

Well, look, I need help. I'm in way too deep. That's why I came.

We're renditioning your ass back to the stage.

You are in

no position to make any kind of demands. Do you understand that? I am, though. I

am in that position.

How much more?

Ten more seconds.

Otherwise, we cook them.

Well, I guess I'm just going to finish my coffee and get out of here.

3, 4, 5, 8, 8, 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12,

13, 14, 15, 16,

17, 18, 19, 20.

How bad is it?

Like, 200,000?

400K. Oh, shh.

I'm sure the people you owe the money to are not very nice.

I'm sure they're very mean.

They are.

Very mean.

And what if I told you I could give you your money?

What?

But I just need one thing from you.

And what's that?

Just a cup of coffee.

Get him a fucking coffee. You heard the man.

I literally couldn't stop crying for three days.

Oh, is that for me?

I should have just taken the deal.

My ID!

Open the door, Tony.

You good?

Yeah, fine.

What was all that?

Turning everybody in, we're up to something shit. That's not what we

talked about.

Well, it was a shit show.

No one believed you.

I had to improvise.

He fucked us.

That's a one-strength rule in that book.

Jesus Christ.

Suspect shot. We need medical.

Watch this in the east wing.

He's headed towards the library.

Nobody let him leave this building.